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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
Mira hasta que el rojo tiña las hojas, con un hilo cose los mundos y las cosas. Cuidado si tu viaje no termina: teme que el sol salga en la colina.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
He wrapped his arms around me, and the last burning ember of ice in me melted to nothing.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
Cuando se termina una historia,empieza otra vez.Hasta que yo dejo de contarla.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
Most books' power is in the abstract, but occasionally you'll find one with very physical abilities.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
It was good walking side by side with him, looking straight ahead. There was a strange new heat that ran through me like electricity every time our eyes met. Like our conversation the night before had tapped some hidden well of light in him, and now he was too bright to look at.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
He said my name like a person putting something precious down on a bed or moss.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
The sound of him sleeping was almost as good as having someone to reach out for in the dark.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
I pride myself on not needing friends -I thought it meant I didn't need anybody.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
Nothing could be worth feeling this way. I feel like a changeling wearing someone else's skin. I can't remember what I liked, or what I wanted, why I worked or left the house or did anything. It's all gone [...] I think whatever I used to be, it dropped through the binding. I wish the rest of me had gone with it.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
My mind was an old cassette tape that kept being recorded over. Only wavering ghost notes from the old music came through. I wondered, sometimes, what the original recording would sound like. -What the source code of me might look like. I worried it was darker than I wanted it to be. I worried it didn't exist at all.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
Everyone is supposed to be a combination of nature and nurture, their true selves shaped by years of friends and fights and parents and dreams and things you did too young and things you overheard that you shouldn't have and secrets you kept or couldn't and regrets and victories and quiet prides, all the packed-together detritus that becomes what you call your life.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
I remembered less from my own life than I did from the books I read.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
Books want to be read, and by the right people. There's nothing surprising in it, not to me.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
Beneath the beauty and the charm and the sharp sparkle of her personality, she had a core of steel.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
...And it was perfect. There are no lessons in it. There's just this harsh, horrible world touched with beautiful magic, where shitty things happen. And they don't happen for a reason, or in threes, or in a way that looks like justice. They're set in a place that has no rules and doesn't want any.
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Cual es el nombre completo de Dumbeldore?